It’s been about 18 months since mom died. Last Christmas, I had just moved to Texas and was so busy getting everything in order that I didn’t really have time to stop and think about mom. This year I’ve got nothing but time on my hands and it shows. In the last couple of weeks, there have been minor crying spells here and there, but a few nights ago I had a major breakdown.
I was on the way to the mall and started to think about one Christmas in particular. I don’t even remember when it was, but I remember what I got. Money had been tight for mom for a long time, but she really wanted to give me something for Christmas. I can remember my thoughts when I opened her present. It was some kind of Christmas poem that she had photocopied and then put in a black and gold picture frame from the dollar store. I remembered how ugly I thought it was. I was kind of embarrassed that this was all she could afford. I might have even been ashamed. I politely smiled and thanked her for the gift, but when I got home, it got shoved to the corner or put in a drawer. I’m pretty sure that over the years and throughout several moves, I eventually threw it away and forgot about it.
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